***WARNING: This book contains violence and sexual situations. Not recommended for those under 18. ***
Hell hath no fury like an angel scorned. Justice St. Michaels is on a mission from God to avenge her parents’ death, even if it means hunting Seliki to the depths of Hell. Justice and her powerful friends won’t back down until His will is done. Can an angel, witch, vampire and elf take on Hell and come out alive?
I opened my eyes to pitch-black nothingness. Moving my shoulders, I felt the familiar weight of my backpack. At least that made it through, but where the heck was everyone? Was Hell supposed to be this dark? Sure, I didn’t expect a red, cloven-hoofed devil holding a pitchfork to greet me.
I reached out, hoping to find a clue as to where my friends were, but only felt air. I stretched my foot forward, then stopped. For all I knew, there could be a cliff right in front of me. Yes, I had a heart full of faith, but I wasn’t going to take stupid risks, especially not here.
A cold sweat ran down my spine; breath caught in my throat, heart pounding like crazy. Thudthudthudthud. I pressed a hand to my chest, somehow thinking it could force my heart to slow. Instead, heat flared on the back of my neck as electrifying panic spread through my body. Something about being surrounded by darkness triggered an alarm in my brain.
No. Not here. Not now.
Each gasp for air felt like a gulp of water as I drowned in anxiety.
It can’t end this way.
Falling to my knees, I closed my eyes. “Darien,” I croaked in between breaths, saying my friends’ names like a prayer. “Moira. Tom.
The second I saw their faces in my mind’s eye, my heart slowed, my anxiety subsiding. Exhaling slowly, I focused on them as if they were my lifeline.
Darien, with his playful smile and soulful grey eyes. I could get lost in them forever. Never did I imagine someone like him would love me, or vice versa. Who dates a vampire? He was a suave guy with a maturity beyond anyone I knew. The pebbles he’d throw at my window might as well have been him loudly declaring his love for the neighborhood to hear. The charming note he wrote me, how he leapt in front of me to take Seliki’s knives to the face, when he used his powers to deflect the sheriff… It all showed me he was in it for the long haul.
Even when I was a broken, sobbing mess after my parents died, he was there for me. Never once did he try to take advantage, even though he could have turned me into his slave. Instead, he gave me all the power, let me decide how far I wanted to go. Now he was in Hell because of it.
I clenched my fists in frustration. How could I do this to him? How could I drag my friends down with me?
Moira… My sweet, vivacious, spirited Moira, who stood by my side no matter what. Always ready to fight bullies, demons, whatever came our way. She saved me in more ways than I could count. Who needed a sister when I had a friend like her? Why she hid her magic, I’d never understand, but it came in handy. She was always ready to follow me. And now look where it got her.
Tom, a gentle giant with a huge heart. That little boy with sky-blue eyes and corn silk hair, who grew way past six feet tall. With a swoon-worthy smile, it was no wonder Moira fell for him like a stone. At least something good came out of my tragedy.
I stifled a sob when my thoughts settled on my parents. Seliki pushed them beyond their powers. To think their last thoughts were to protect me. I gritted my teeth. Never would I feel that helpless again. If Seliki wanted a battle, she had one coming.
Slowly, the heat left my body like a fleeting whisper. When I fluttered my wings, I barely heard them, the room (or wherever I was) … muffled the sound.
Where in hell am I?
Linda Bloodworth is a writer from Toronto who often has to battle two cats and a dog to find a comfortable writing position. Through blood, sweat, and a few tears, Linda debuted A Raven’s Touch in 2015 and followed up with A Raven’s Revenge in 2019. Other than writing, Linda enjoys scary tales of the strange and unusual in book and movie form. Most often, Linda can be found binge-watching Sailor Moon ad nauseam. Tsuki ni kawatte, oshiokiyo!